Getting Closer
The chamber thrummed with a newfound energy, a shift from initial shock to a grim determination. King Laury, his weathered face etched with newfound resolve, stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"A scouting mission, perhaps that is a more prudent course. We gather intel, assess the true strength of the demonic hordes at the Abyss' fringes, before we blindly charge into their heartland."
A wave of assent washed over the room. The idea of a recon mission, while still fraught with danger, was a far cry from the all-out invasion Alex had initially proposed. It was a step forward, a chance to gather crucial information before committing to a full-scale war.
Queen Anya, a woman known for her sharp wit and unwavering pragmatism, leaned forward, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "And while we gather information, we solidify this alliance. Trade routes established, resources shared, warriors trained together. We need to be a united force, not just in word, but in deed."